Whispers of Black

 

Caressed by cotton candy,  

Silhouettes emerge, hiding, seeking,

Some sharp and others softly receding,  

Yet ever present.

Rain dances in rhythm, soft yet fierce

As trees cloaked in misty veils,  

Stand like seekers on a pilgrimage,  

Marching towards a dream unseen.  

But little do they know, 

Their roots bind them to this eternal wait,  

Climbing towards a summit  

Where nothing awaits but the void.  

Vulnerable yet unshakable still,  

It looms, dark and divine,  

An enigma carved by time,  

Both sanctuary and solitary shrine.  

                                   - SaruKrishna R